All through the streets and all through the night,
the stars were shining but none were bright
It was Xmas eve and Santa was grinning
His time had come with the children sleeping
With grenades in his pocket and guns in his sack,
he took a moment to jerk off his jack
After he gasped, he abseiled the chimney
and found Danny and Sally so innocent and dreamy
“I’ll cut their heads off and leave a present for Mom
Ho, ho! What fun this job is when the flesh is a bomb”
At the glint of his knife, the Moon rushed a call:
“Quick, the kids need help (send one who’s good in the maul)” Continue reading
Posted in iv. Third Party Leftovers, Wicked Lyrics
Tagged blowjob, bomb, christmas, christmas poetry, festive cheer, moon, reindeer, santa, tooth fairy, wicked mike, xmas
Listen to my heartbeat; patter, patter, patter.
Feel my breath; stale, moist, growing fatter.
Taste my lips; blood-soft and salty sips.
Hear my thoughts; cultured, vulture fought.
Download my mind.
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